Of Books and Dirty Cash pt. 15
Yoongi x Reader
Before you moved to live on campus for college, you had never heard of a librarian who had a reputation for yelling. But not only does Min Yoongi yell, he’s also dangerous, and part of something much, much darker. When curiosity gets the better of you, you end up involved in much more than you bargained for.
You buried yourself in your studies for the next week, finals were approaching fast, and the last thing you wanted to do was fail your classes. Every day, either Taehyung or Jimin would accompany you to your classes, and every day you would tell whichever one to tell Yoongi that you weren’t coming in to work. This was mostly because you didn’t know what to say to him. There were endless questions you wanted to ask, but there was one that kept echoing around your head. “Do you really care about your part-time employee as much as people think you do?”
You guessed that you should be more concerned with questions like “have you ever killed a person” or “how many times have you cheated people out of their money” or maybe “have you ever robbed a bank” but they all seemed somewhat irrelevant. Yoongi had been practically born into the mafia, what choice would he have had in any of it? And he had tried to get away from it (before you accidentally dragged him back into it by asking too many questions). Didn’t that count for something?
You realized you were rationalizing again, and shook your head to clear it.
“You look like you’re thinking about something really important.” Jimin said. He was carrying your bag for you (he had insisted) as you walked across campus. You were approaching the library, and you looked up at the building with a sigh.
“Not really.” You said, knowing that wouldn’t be enough of an answer for him. You tried to think of something to tell him other than the truth. “Just chemistry homework.” You settled on, and Jimin grinned knowingly at you.
“You mean the chemistry between you and Yoongi?”
You shot him a half-hearted glare, he was far too good at reading people. “No. Maybe.” You muttered the last part, not particularly wanting to admit it, but lying wasn’t going to do any good either.
“Is there any particular reason you’re avoiding him?” He asked, sounding disinterested, but after spending most of a week with him, you knew that wasn’t the case.
“I’m not avoiding him.” You huffed. Were you? Probably. Were you going to admit it? Never. The worst part was that you really did need to go to the library to borrow a book for a project, and you had been putting it off as long as possible.